I don't blame you. Juggling your friendship with Lady Shiplish and your loyalty to Clubs and Spades must be a daily pain, even in less tense times than this. I'm omniscient and a First Guardian to boot, and I still don't know how I could balance loyalties like that. Luckily, that hasn't come up yet.

*observes Sollux eating for a moment, then, noticing the general lack of other patrons:*

Lady Shiplish... Nepeta. She is in the same position as you: juggling her conflict with your guardian with her friendship with you. While you may not be in a position to commiserate with her about it--or with me, for that matter--she understands. And, near as I can tell, you remain friends despite the conflict of interest. If it ever seems like everything is too much to handle, remember that.

...

Did I just make a vaguely inspirational speech to someone affiliated with the Nightnight Crew? I must be losing my edge.

waiit, diid you ju2t offer me help? ii thiink you lo2t your edge. but...thank2 for the offer. maybe we can talk about thii2 over trolliian. or whatever your equiivalent ii2.

*He continues eating, thinking to himself "wow, diid ii ju2t... accept an offer from an...enemy? ugh...ii mean, he diid offer, and ii diidn't hear any maliice or anythiing... how can ii be 2ure ii can tru2t...fuck, he can read my thought2. fuckiing omniipotence."*

That's Ms. Leijon's influence for you. All sugar and cats and hearts and such. Hard to run a tough gang that way, but it beats working for the last boss.

By the way, I like how you think with your typing quirk. Ha ha, hee hee, hoo hoo.

It was just some friendly advice, though. What are bartenders for? Besides tending bars, of course. It isn't like I offered you a job or something.

In any case, I don't really prefer giving my contact information out, which is why the Trollian handle is hidden when I choose to use that particular medium. Not that that stopped you the last time someone wanted to troll me first.